Once, Curiosity was a beast in me.
writ in deep lines and stark highlights
it carved itself upon my face. telling a story in the curves and hills and valleys
of expression.
the passion for life not so much extinguished as a half faded memory
this is writ large too, in the bruise colored tired eyes of fatigue.
but it is not dead - never that.
it howls for the great hunt of life
curiosity, passion, ambition and love. still a beast in me.
tired, weathered,
greyer than ever before,
but a tired wolf can still bite.
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 1:59 PM UTC
Once, Curiosity was a beast in me.
writ in deep lines and stark highlights
it carved itself upon my face. telling a story in the curves and hills and valleys
of expression.
the passion for life not so much extinguished as a half faded memory
this is writ large too, in the bruise colored tired eyes of fatigue.
but it is not dead - never that.
it howls for the great hunt of life
curiosity, passion, ambition and love. still a beast in me.
tired, weathered,
greyer than ever before,
but a tired wolf can still bite.
